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saltsicklover · 4 months

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Title: Christmas is for Memories

Prompt: Fireplace

Written for @sailor-aviator 's Christmas Writing Challenge! You can find the rest of the list HERE

Pairing: Jake "Hangman" Seresin x Fem!Reader

Word Count: 3200+

Rating: R

Warnings: Swearing, Mentions of Drunk Driving, Character Deaths, Mentions of Deceased family, Death ideation, Bradley is somehow the main character of this fic, Jake's got sisters

The picture stared down at Bradley from it's place atop the mantle. The golden frame highlighting a photograph he's never seen before. Not that he would have. After all, this is Jake's family's house and he is just a last minute addition to the festivities.

Jake all but drug Bradley down to Texas with him, after Maverick and Ice got pulled to the Pentagon for the week of Christmas, pulling both the rug and their plans out from underneath them. So, Maverick and Iceman packed up their dress uniforms and hauled themselves across the country. When Jake got word that Bradley would be the only Dagger not spending the holiday with family, he knew his Mother would have his head if he didn't bring the mustached pilot along with him.

Now, Bradley stands semi-awkwardly in a cozy living room, hands shoved deep into his pockets. The air smells of warm vanilla and fresh pine trees, the Christmas tree decorated to the nines in the corner of the room. There are six presents under the tree, far less than Rooster had been expecting when he walked into the room. The lights twinkle, lighting up the room and fighting off the darkness creeping in through the windows.

Though Bradley keeps trying to look anywhere else, his eyes keep snagging on that damn photograph. There's something about the way Hangman looks in it, smile wide as he looks up at a woman, well, more of a girl really. She's sat in a tree, body tucked into the spaces between a couple of curing limbs of the large oak. Jake's younger in the photograph too, maybe twelve years or so. His hair is longer, the back curling around his neck gently, the top threatening to fall into his eyes. Even though the photograph is black and white, Bradley can still see that damn sparkle in Jake's green eyes.

The girl smiles down at him with so much adoration in her features and it hits Bradley straight in the chest. It's one of those looks that his mother used to give his father, and the way Maverick and Ice look at each other when they think no one is around to see them. Her smile is so damn big, her cheeks round and hued.

A cowboy hat is held loosely between her fingertips, laying over Jake's chest. He leans back against the tree, bracketed by her legs. Her other hand is wrapped around a branch, keeping her body firmly in place as she leans out just slightly to get a better look at her counterpart. Jake, on the other hand, just has his hands shoved into the pockets of his jeans, thumbs hanging loosely over the edge of the pockets.

Though every photograph is a piece of time captured, this photograph seems to hold so much more. Like the moment had been frozen just so, existing more than just to be photographed but because they actually wanted to be there, wrapped up in each other.

The heat from the fireplace spreads over Bradley, soaking in through his clothes. There is no snow in Texas, but there is a bite to the air that he hasn't been able to shake since he walked off of the plane. It's a far cry from a California winter, but this house is far cozier than his back home. He'd forgone decorating, fully prepared to be at his Dad and Pop's place, and their decorations had been up since the week of Thanksgiving.

"What's caught your eye, Sailor?" The sound of Sarah's voice makes Bradley practically jump out of his skin. Sarah, Jake's older sister, holds a plate of plastic wrap covered cookies in her hands, a grin firmly fixed to her lips. It's that signature Seresin grin that Bradley has come to recognize all too easy.

"Aviator, actually," The answer is sheepish, Bradley still reeling with the feeling of being caught looking at something he shouldn't, even though the photograph is proudly displayed on the mantle place.

"I know, I'm just bustin' your balls, kid," Sarah shoots back, her voice nothing but kind. She sets the plate of cookies down on the coffee table before turning her attention back to a cherry red Bradley. "Do you think Jake would let us forget that little distinction?"

The little laugh that leaves Bradley's lips almost surprises him, "No. I don't think he would."

"Seems you wouldn't either, Brad," She nudges him with her elbow, taking up place next to him in front of the fire. "Which one of these oldies caught your eye?"

The wall above the mantle, as well as the mantle place itself is absolutely covered in photographs. They are all mixed together, frames and sizes, ranging from faded with age to almost new. The pair stand in front of the fire for another beat, taking in the heat from the crackling flames as their eyes trace over the photographs. It's then that Bradley begins to find that same girl, again and again, over and over. He's almost dizzy from the way his eyes snap between photographs.

"Oh, what are we lookin' at?" Another woman's voice calls from behind Bradley, same as before. This time, it's Jake's little sister Anna. She bubbles into the room, choosing to stand in front of the fire on Bradley's other side. "God, the photo wall. I swear, Mama's lucky our family is small or she'd run out of room up there,"

The women share a giggle, the sound washing over Bradley in the way Natasha's does. It's all warmth and comfort, the sound of friendship withstanding the test of time. Bradley doesn't laugh, however. He is too stuck looking at photographs of Hangman and the way he lights up the fucking world when he looks at that girl. It makes the pang in his chest hit just a bit harder when he thinks for just a little bit too long. He's never seen Jake smile like that. Not in photographs, not in person. Hell, even when they made it back from the Uranium mission, Jake didn't smile like that. God, there was a bit of pain in his smile, something Bradley still has never been able to place. That smile had been all grateful and surviving, lined with a thin stroke of aching that Bradley just can't fucking shake.

"This one is one of my favorites," Anna points a well polished fingernail up to a small square frame on the wall. Inside, Sarah, Anna, and that mystery girl are all lined up. Sarah and Anna are dressed in formal gowns, deep sea green with hemlines that hit the floor. Their Seresin blonde hair is pinned up from their shoulders, makeup sparkling in the sunlight. The mystery girl is squished between them, her dress stark white and absolutely glittering from all of the sequins. Her hair is down in curls. Her makeup is done but hard to see with her eyes squeezed closed, whole expression broke out in a laugh. Sarah and Anna are laughing too, though their faces are less scrunched up.

"Oh my god, mine too," Sarah laughs, her nose wrinkling a bit. "It was a beautiful wedding, and we got so many pictures but Mama had to hang that one up! Look at me, why is my mouth open so far?" The girls are laughing harder, each grabbing a light hold of Bradley to keep steady.

"Well, at least you aren't blurry!" Anna shoots back, her body slightly hunched over.

Bradley is just about to ask who's wedding it was when Sarah thrusts her finger towards another picture.

"Look, the proposal photo is just as silly. Jake's hands are practically covering up Pip's face!" The girls are laughing again, both still clutching at Bradley's frame. He just leans closer to the photo, trying to get a better look, one with less glare. It doesn't help, really, the photo out of focus anyway. Jake can be made out, standing behind a girl with his hands covering her eyes, well, most of her face, save for her smile. Her fingers are wrapped around his wrists, looking like she's trying to pull Jake's hands from her eyes.

"With how blurry it is, we're lucky we can even tell it's them!" Anna all but howls, wiping at her waterlines with her fingertips as carefully as she can.

"Do you think Mama knows that she picks the worst photos?" Sarah inquires, finally releasing her grip from Bradley's sleeve.

"I think they're nice," Bradley stutters out, his voice so low it almost gets lost in the crackling of the fireplace. "Who is that, anyway?"

He first chances a look to his left, only to wish he hadn't. Anna looks up at him, a look of pain crossing behind her eyes, only to bleed out over he features even as much she tries to hide it. Though, it quickly mixes with anger, and she's spitting out words before Bradley can even decipher the expression that she's settled on.

"That's Pip," She informs him, like that information should be clear as day to him. "Are you blind or something, Bradshaw?"

Bradley's eyes jump over to Sarah in a silent beg for help. He feels like a deer caught in the headlights, or maybe how grandma felt just before her ass was grass at the hands of Rudolf himself.

"No, not blind," Bradley's tongue finally falls on the words, though they taste a bit off on his tongue, "I just don't recognize someone I've never seen before. Hell, I didn't even... I guess I just hadn't... Jake is married?"

The air is sucked out of the room as soon as the fully formed question leaves his lips. Suddenly Bradley feels too hot in front of the fire, or maybe he's too hot from the heated look that Anna is sending his direction. Either way, he feels all sweaty under his Henley, suddenly wishing for that almost forgotten chill of the Texas winter air. He takes a step back away from the fire. And then another. The looks he's getting from the Seresin girls are polarizing. Anna looks almost furious, while Sarah's brows are scrunched together, eyes wandering like she is trying to put a puzzle together in her mind.

Anna steps forward, ready to spit another harsh word Bradley's way, but Sarah catches her by the wrist. The squeeze on Anna's wrist is enough to keep her quiet for just a second longer, long enough for Sarah to get a sentence out,"

"Bradley," His eyes snap back to meet hers, "Has Jake ever mentioned Pippa?"

The air has slowly begun to enter the room again, but Bradley doesn't trust his tongue. It's like being back at the academy again, throat dry while he stands at attention waiting for his uniform inspection. So, Bradley just shakes his head back and fourth a couple of times, firm in his 'no'. He watches as Anna's eyes begin to swim, then as she is quickly folded into her older sister's embrace. Her hand is quickly cradling the nape of Anna's neck, Anna's face tucked right into Sarah's shoulder.

"So, you have no idea who Pippa is. Or that Jake was married?" A small, wet sob is muffled by the material of Sarah's sweater. Her hand runs over Anna's now shaking frame, her own eyes swimming. But she manages to hold it together, keeping her eyes locked with Bradley's.

"Was?" Bradley manages to ask, all but choking out the one word.

The front door slams shut a second later, making the trio jump. There is so much tension in the air, swirling with confusion it's almost stifling.

"Hello Family! Hey Bradshaw, how are you holding-" Jake rounds the corner, only to be met with Bradley's startled expression and Sarah's angry, watery eyes. Anna is still folded into her big sister's arms, crying gently. "Up..." The last word slips from Jake's lips, his head tilting to the side out of confusion. "Is everything okay?"

"Jake Seresin," Sarah starts, more hurt than venom in her voice, but it still makes Jake's heart beat a little faster. "When did you stop talking about Pippa?"

The name makes his heart twist, but the question has his stomach dropping to his knees. He flounders, mouth opening and closing, never settling on a response.

"Hangman?" Bradley tries, but the older man still doesn't meet his eyes.

"You know what, I've gotta," Jake hooks a thumb behind him, "I gotta run into town," He turns on his heel, ready to head back the way he came just moments before.

"Jacob Morris, don't you dare take another step," His shoulders slump at his sister's warning, but he does stop. "Bradley, sit down. You too, Jake," Sarah has gone into full big sister mode now. Bradley listens first, stepping around the coffee table to take a seat on the couch. Jake plops down onto one of the arm chairs a moment later, but refuses to meet his eye. Then, Sarah settles Anna into the matching arm chair before turning to her brother with her hands on her hips.

"So," She begins, hurt in her voice, "Are you going to tell you wingman about your wife, or am I?"

That sentence broke the flood gates, tears falling down each of the sibling's cheeks while Bradley just sat there in the salty silence.

"I met Pip when we were eighteen," Jake croaks out, eyes still glued to the floor in front of his boots. "She was my everything. God, she had the best spirit. So full of love, and she lit up every room. I know everyone says that, but there was just something about her, everyone took notice. I don't know why, but she picked me. We got married at twenty, right before I shipped off to the Academy. Leaving her behind was the hardest thing I ever did. Then, after flight school, she moved out to NSA Pensacola with me. We got our first real go at it, you know, the whole being married thing,"

Bradley hangs onto every word. Each one slow spoken and fully of pain, but he takes them in anyway.

"You know, they say my call sign is due to my flying. Always leaving people hanging in the air, in the battle. But that's not true," A hollow laugh leaves the depths of Jake's chest, "It was because I left everyone hanging at the bar to go home and call Pip before she went to bed. Then it stuck because I would leave right after hops to go home to her. She was my everything. Nothing else mattered to me. It was her and flying and right back to her,"

Jake gets a little choked up, so Sarah squeezes his shoulder. A sign of support.

"When we were twenty six, she came home for Thanksgiving. I was stuck out in the middle of the fucking ocean, so she came home to spend the holiday with family. I told her to, God, I told her to. She always said she missed being in Texas, and we were in Maryland by then. So I told her to drive home for it. Spend as much time as she could here while I was gone."

Tears are slick over Jake's reddened cheeks, hot from crying. He takes another deep, jagged breath before continuing.

"She was killed by a drunk driver a few miles from here. She made that whole drive without a single hiccup, only for some dickhead from a town over to get behind the wheel while shitfaced. I uhh..." The sobs hit him harder, too hard for him to continue to speak.

"The Navy couldn't get word to him for days," Sarah explains, "Communication went dark for their mission a few days before. It was out of all our hands. We waited until she was home to scatter her ashes,"

Jake grips the chain of his dog tags at her words, "Not all of 'em," He pulls them free from his shirt, a small, steal vile hanging beside them. "I still got a piece of her with me, right next to my heart," Then he takes his sister's hand from where it sits atop his shoulder. He squeezes it gently.

"I'm sorry I didn't say anything, Rooster. I just, I guess... " Jake takes another jagged breath, "After Pip died, I got bad. I became reckless, started truly living up to my callsign. Thought if I left people hanging in the air, I might get back to her faster,"

The admission pulls small gasps from his sisters, as well as a deep pang from Bradley's chest. He gets it, he really does. Bradley is the other side of the coin, being careful, too careful. Stuck hoping that if he holds back just a little longer, he will actually be just a second too late, a second closer to seeing his parents again.

Anna reaches a hand out to Jake, and he takes it in his free hand, the trio leaning on each other for support. No doubt in the same way they have had for years now. The sight reminds Bradley of Maverick, Ice, and his Mom. How they used to hold each other up after Goose died. The look the sisters share being so close to the way his Dad and Pops looked at each other after his Mom died. Bradley sees so much of his own life here in this little room.

"Stand up," Bradley almost orders, though his words are still on the side of kind. The lack of context makes Jake finally meet Bradley's face.

"What?" The blond asks through stray tears.

"Stand up, Hangman," And so he does. Bradley pushes himself from the couch, and in two strides is wrapping Jake in his arms. His wingman doesn't flinch away like he was expecting, instead, the blond wraps his own arms around Bradley.

"Thank you for telling me, Jake," Bradley starts, keeping his voice as even as he can. "I, I think you need to hear something, though,"

"I already know I'm a fucking idiot, Rooster," Jake mumbles into his shoulder, the cotton slowly dampening.

"No, it's something Mav used to say to me after my parents died," Jake nods at that, so Bradley continues. "Mav used to say, I know things are hard without them, but you've gotta keep living, because you've gotta have stories to tell them when you meet again,"

"And part of that living, Jake, is talking about your loved ones, present and lost," Sarah interjects, but Bradley nods in agreement.

"I guess you're right," Jake admits as he pulls back from Bradley's embrace to look at him and his sisters. "I should talk about her,"

"Yes, you should" Anna squeaks out, wiping the tear tracks from her cheeks.

"You can start by sitting down and telling me all about her," Bradley points to the seat Jake had been sitting in previously. And so, he does. Jake shares stories all about his wife Pip and their life together. The group of four all squeeze onto the couch after the first story, when Sarah busts out the photo album. And by the warm of the dwindling fireplace, Bradley learns all about Jake's wife, and even shares about his parents, keeping them alive through their stories. It wasn't exactly the night any of them had planned, but it was everything they needed.

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lavendermunson · 5 months

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˖ ⠀🎄 ݁ . leia’s christmas tree farm!

happy holidays to everyone! i wish you all so much happiness and love. i’m a pretty big fan of this month because i get to celebrate it big and i want you to join the party

i put together a list of prompts that will help me to make a blurb for either eddie or steve, there’s 13 of them because it’s my lucky number and tay’s so at the end you will have 13 blurbs from me before christmas!

the prompts:

Gingerbread eddie munson

Christmas lights steve harrington

Cards eddie munson

Ribbon steve harrington

Candles eddie munson

Gifts steve harrington

Angel steve and eddie

Red velvet steve harrington

Snow steve harrington

Scarf eddie munson

Bells eddie munson

Christmas tree eddie munson NEW!

Mistletoe steve harrington NEW!

stand alone:

i want you, bless my soul eddie munson

each one of them will have their content warnings

˖ ⠀🎅🏻 ݁ . but hey, it doesn’t end here. you can also request a gift from santa!!

send the magic word jingle bell + the name of the character + the theme or an au/song/movie for a moodboard. specify nsfw or fluff.

songs by: taylor swift, lana del rey, sabrina carpenter, artic monkeys or any christmas song.

movies: christmas [ love actually, the holiday, while you were sleeping, holidate, something from tiffany’s, last christmas, christmas land, christmas prince, let it snow] some romcoms [ 27 dresses, how to lose a man in ten days, laws of attraction, 10 things i hate about you, she is all that, the proposal, love actually, when harry met sally, 13 going on 30, pretty woman, nothing hill, cinderella story, pretty woman, made of honor, confessions of a shopaholic, nothing hill, princess diaries, love at first sight, the other zoey]

send the magic word candy cane + name of the character + the prompt for a blurb * as an extra you can add an au of your choosing. specify nsfw, smut, fluff, angst.

list of prompts for this event:

gift giving prompts

mistletoe adventures

scenarios + dialogues

au’s: rockstar!au, dad!au, mechanic!au, older!au, bestfriend!au, roommate!au, coworker!au, barista!au, baker!au, daddy!au, fwb!au – rockstar!reader, singer!reader, shy!reader, bookworm!reader, girly!reader.

please check my good ol’ request guidelines just in case

requests are closed!!

if you’d like to reblog this for boost i’ll appreciate, this is my first event i hope you have fun!!!! thank you for all the support 🩵🎄

dividers by @saradika

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toomanystoriessolittletime · 6 months

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So… people who have been following me for a while know that I usually host a Christmas/Winter writing challenge. But the response got less and less with each year lately so I was wondering if anyone would even be interested if I post a prompt list this year?

#christmas writing challenge #maybe?#fanfiction #fanfic #writing challenge

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keerysquinn · 7 months

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Maybe September is a little too early to announce a Christmas Challenge, but I like to plan ahead and get things done in advance, so I am excited to announce this year's Countdown to Christmas Writing Challenge!

Going off of all the responses that I received in the polls I put out last month, I chose a mix of Christmas themed words and words that aren't necessarily Christmas themed but could fit that theme if you wanted.

The goal is to post one drabble/short fic every day in December leading up to Christmas, and I invite everyone to play along with me and create some lovely fics that month!

#ctcwc23 #writing challenge #christmas writing challenge #winter writing challenge

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ashleigghh · 5 months

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Day 17- dancing. Jegulus, marylily, raising harry, 1110 words.

James has always had a very idealised version of love in his mind stemming from years of watching the way his parents love each other so infinitely and unconditionally. He had always held in the back of his mind that he wouldn’t find love like that, trying to keep his hopes down, but it often failed and he found himself dreaming and praying for a love similar to theirs.

He had sort of given up, after many failed dates and episodes of pining over this one boy who didn’t even know he existed, he was ready to stop believing in love, his parents must be the exception that proves the rule.

Then the boy he was pining overlooked back, meeting his eyes and James knew then the love was real and as pure and unending as he had hoped it would be, he had fallen in love with Regulus Black and it was, in his opinion, even more loving than his parents relationship. When Lily and Mary had come to them with a proposition, James had been overjoyed. Having and raising a child with two of their best friends? Getting to raise a kid with the love of his life, he went to agree but Regulus beat him to it, they were all ready to expand their family.

They had a beautiful boy with pitch-black hair that matched both of his fathers with little curls that matched one of his mothers and deep green eyes that looked so much like Lily’s it was unbelievable. James hadn’t even held his son yet and was prepared to move the heavens and the earth to make him happy. He was fulfilled, happy and overflowing with love, and he just hoped he could make his son feel the same way.

Harry grew up quicker than they can even believe, the months speeding past. The four of them all lived together, not wanting to separate Harry from any of them while he was so young, and supporting each other with the long nights and time-consuming cleaning. He was two now, waddling around and babbling away at any chance he got, and James was filled with overwhelming joy and happiness just existing in the same space.

Now, he doesn’t know if everyone has this, but James has a favourite memory from his childhood. He was five and woke up in the night, he isn’t sure why, but he could hear music drifting up the stairs, so he crept out of bed standing on his tiptoes to keep the noise down and made his way halfway down the stairs.

From this position he had the perfect view into the living room, he had sat down on the step, holding onto the railing with both hands. He looked into the living room and there by the tree, his parents were dancing in the candlelight. His father was spinning his mother around while she laughed brightly, so carefree and happy that it had made James smile just watching them. They swayed gently while the music quietened and he snuck back upstairs to give them some peace and quiet.

He never told them he saw them dancing that night, and he never saw them again, but every time he heard some music drift up to his room he smiled, it was something that had always stuck with him.

So every the same soft music he had heard for the first time years ago came through the speakers, he pulled Regulus up, interlinking their hands and waltzed him around their living room.

“James,” Regulus laughed while James hummed along to the music, “Are we going to dance to this song every time?”

“Can this be the song we have for our first dance?” James asks but he already knows the answer, Regulus loves this little tradition as much as he does. Regulus nods his affirmation and James kisses him, slowing their dance slightly as he loses focus. “Planning to marry me one day then?” Regulus asks with a cheeky grin.

“Yep, afraid you’re stuck with me forever now,” Regulus hums after James answers and acts like he’s thinking about it before smiling softly up at James

“I guess there are worse ways to spend my time,” James laughs, leaning their foreheads together while they dance. There's a moment or two of silence before the door creaks open and they look around to see Mary poking her head around the door,

“Room for two more?” James nods in response and the two women enter the room, smiling to their friends. The next song starts, slower than the one before and the four of them talk quietly and laugh, sharing this moment of beauty.

The sound of giggling comes from the top of the stairs that have a view into the living room where Lily had left the door open. At the top of the stairs Harry peers through the bars of his baby-gate, bouncing up and down and laughing. James rushes up to collect their son, carrying him down the stairs to join them.

Harry’s in his pyjamas, having been put to bed hours previously, a green onesie with golden snitches that Regulus bought to influence Harry into taking after him, and he’s clutching one of his teddies, a small teddy blanket that she snuggles his face into. James does a little spin as he brings them into the living room and Harry smiles so hard his eyes start to scrunch up.

Regulus joins them, placing a hand on James' arm and using the other to brush over Harry’s hair, placing a gentle kiss on the top of his head. Harry’s mother come over, Mary pinching Harry’s cheeks and cooing at him while Lily tickles him gently to get him to laugh, he wriggles in James’ grip and he has to readjust so he doesn’t jump to the floor.

With Harry huddled between his parents, James moves him slowly in time to the music, Regulus and Lily each grabbing one of his hands to act like they are dancing along with him, Mary stands opposite swaying in time with Harry, who laughs and giggles, his cheek pressed into his shoulder to keep his teddy there. His eyes are drooping, but he desperately tries to fight the calling of sleep.

He’s unsuccessful, but he falls asleep surrounded by complete and total adoration wrapping around him like a warm blanket. James carries him back up the stairs and tucks him into his bed, carefully removing his glasses to place on the table.

Harry will likely not remember tonight when he’s older, but James will make sure this isn’t the last time he experiences this.

#christmas #christmas writing challenge #marauders era #regulus black #jegulus #james x regulus #lily evans #marylily #mary macdonald #marylily raising harry #jegulus raising harry #domestic jegulus and marylily #harry potter #harry potter gets the love he deserves #james potter #mary x lily

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pintsizemama · 4 months

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Polar Bear Plunge

Day 26

Summary: Simon shares a tradition with you

Pairings: Simon ‘Ghost’ Riley x You, Simon ‘Ghost’ Riley x You x Female Reader

Fandom: Call of Duty

Rating: Mature

Warnings: language, alluding to sex

Word Count: 701

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“Explain to me what we’re doing out in the freezing cold in bathing suits, Simon,” you groused. Simon had woken you up just after dawn and told you to put on your swim suit. You thought maybe he wanted to get a little frisky in the hot tub, but he’d handed you your boots and winter coat and led you out to the lake. You were away for the holiday at a romantic cottage that back up to a lake. You stood there shivering, wondering what had gotten into your boyfriend.

“I thought I’d introduce you to a holiday tradition,” he told you.

“What tradition? Freezing all our fun bits off?” You laughed shakily. You were shaking pretty hard at the moment. You loved the cold, but it didn’t love you.

“Ever heard of the Polar Bear Plunge?” Simon asked with a devilish grin.

“Yes…” you answered warily. You looked at the lake, then back at Simon. “No way! I am not jumping in that water!”

“C’mon, love,” Simon cajoled. “It’ll be fun. Then, when we’re done, we’ll take a nice hot bath and I’ll fuck your brains out in front of the fire.”

“Yeah?” You asked, liking the sound of that.

“Promise.” You chewed on your lip. You really wanted that bath and the mind blowing orgasms he would tear from your body…but you really didn’t want to jump in the water. He stepped closer and bent down to nuzzle your neck.

“How about it, hmm?” He whispered against your skin. “The cold water is great for your health, and I’ll make you feel so good after.”

“Easy for you to say,” you scowled slightly. Simon took ice bath plunges regularly.

“It’s really not that bad,” he insisted. “Plus we won’t stay in nearly as long as I do. Just a quick dip, then back to the house.”

“Just a quick one?” You murmured.

“Cross my heart,” he replied. You sighed deeply.

“Alright,” you gave in. Simon smiled huge and you both stripped off your coats and boots. Simon had the forethought to grab a few towels. He took your hand and led you to the dock. He stopped you right next to the ladder. Part of the lake was iced over, but a good chunk by the dock was open. Simon pointed to the ladder.

“You jump in, then immediately climb up and out,” he instructed. You nodded, your nerves getting the best of you. “On three. One, two, three!” You both jumped in and it felt like a thousand tiny needles hitting your skin. Your breath was literally knocked from your body it was so cold. You broke the surface and were slightly disoriented. It was so damn cold. You shook through the fog in your brain and made for the ladder. Simon was right there to guide you. He looked completely unflustered, and you once again thought he was some kind of super man. You both climbed back onto the dock and wrapped the towels around your shivering bodies. Simon helped you put your coat and boots on over the towel before donning his own.

You hurried back to the house. He pulled your boots off as soon as you were inside. Simon had prepped the fire before you went down to the lake, and he sat you in front of the roaring flames while he went to draw the bath. You threw off the coat and towel, stripped out of your swim suit and wrapped yourself in the blanket from the couch. You huddled in front of the fire, shivering almost violently.

Simon came back in a few minutes later. He smiled when he saw you wrapped up like a burrito. He was already naked, and you couldn’t help but gawk at his beauty. He was a massive man. All muscle and scars and tattoos. You shivered again, this time not from the cold.

“Keep looking at me like that, and I’ll take you in front of the fire right now,” he said heatedly.

“As g-good as that s-sounds, I’m gonna n-need that b-bath first,” you told him. Simon smiled once more and scooped you up into his arms.

“Alright, Princess, let’s warm you up.”

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darkacademicfrom2021 · 1 year

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Day 1 - 12 days of christmas challenge (2022 edition)

Title: If it walks like a cat and purrs like a cat

Theme: Bells (Dec 13th)

Fandom/Character(s): avenger!Loki x reader, Peter Parker/Loki/reader

Warnings (if applicable): none

Word Count: 300

December writing challenge prompted and organized by @12daysofchristmas

Tlin tlin tlin tlin

"Hey, what's that?", you huffed, trying to review for your exams. Peter didn't raise his sight and kept on reading his paper.

"That's… uh, I'm not supposed to say".

You frowned.

"Why not?".

"Mr. Stark told me you'd get mad".

"That's an even better reason to tell me".

The bells approached more and more, so you stayed quiet. Once the bells reached the door, Loki appeared, walking into the library with a cat necklace, full of bells.

You kept on looking at him puzzled, wondering how the best dressed man you've ever met thought that necklace was a fashion statement. It was more of a fashion scream in horror.

Loki sat by your side —not without having alerted the whole library of it— and said nothing about it. Didn't even acknowledge it.

"Okay, I'll bite", you sighed. "What's with the cat necklace?".

"It looks good on me", he lied.

"Mr. Stark put it on him and he can't figure out a way out of it", blurted out Peter. Loki got suddenly exacerbated.

"He used Midgardian technology! It fights my powers if I try to use them to free myself!".

"Why would he do this? Are you on a prank fight?", you asked, as he sighed out exasperatedly and put his head on your lap.

"He wants me to stop sneaking up on everyone. Says it's dangerous because all of them have PTSD and he works at a lab. I don't do it on purpose! I just walk quietly".

"Oh, I know, sweetie. I'll talk to him, that's unfair", you cooed, caressing his hair. He closed his eyes and rested there for a minute. "Oh, did you just purr?", you joked.

You could barely hear the bells going away because of how loudly you and Peter were laughing.

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cybertroniannugget · 5 months

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Downside of cold weather

Dec 5

Facts

About this fic: sfw, no gender mentioned, OPxreader romance

“How was your day?”, you ask, putting your arms on his shoulders, crossing them behind his neck.

“Today has been uneventful, but it got better just now.”

He leans forward, kissing you for a brief moment, turning to look at you shortly after, with a rather worried expression on his face plating.

Now confused, you frown. “Is everything alright?”

Placing a digit on your lips, he gently traces over them. “You are wounded.”

Even more perplexed now you do the same as him and touch your lips, while he retracts his servo.

“Oh, that?”

The Prime nods with a hum emitting from his vocalizer.

A hand on his cheek now, caressing his shimmering plates with a thumb, you smile lovingly.

“Nothing to worry about here, Love. My lips are just chapped. It's because of the cold and dry weather at the moment. Give it a few weeks, and they're back to normal.”

“Is there a way to tend to this condition?”

“Well, there's different kinds of balm, but I gave up on using these a long time ago.”

He tilts his helm in confusion.

“I always lose my chapsticks. Never finished one in my life because of that.", you snicker.

“I could keep one for you to request upon need.”

“That's so sweet, but you don't need to do that. I'll survive.”

You raise an eyebrow at him.

”But the Optimus I know will do that anyway.”

Both of you chuckle amused.

“Perhaps.”, he mumbles as he kisses you again.

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12daysofchristmas · 1 year

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It’s that magical time of year again where we hope to spread some ✨joy and cheer✨ via Christmas-, holiday-, and winter-themed fanfiction, gifs, fan art, and edits. Rules and information below the cut!

About & Rules

The challenge will run from December 13-24, 2022.

The challenge is open to any and all fandoms.

Submissions must relate to the theme for that day in some way, however small. This year’s themes are listed below.

Tag your submissions with #12daysofchristmas2022 AND tag either this blog or my personal blog (@zsjaywhite) so that I will be notified to reblog your submissions here. (Also, it would be super cool if you gave this blog a follow!)

Submissions for the day must be posted before midnight YOUR time. I’m not super hard-and-fast about this rule, but posting within time is very much appreciated! For your reference, I live in the Eastern Standard timezone.

If your submission contains any warnings (alcohol use, sexually explicit content, etc.) you must identify/tag them as outlined below.

If your contribution is writing, please use a “keep reading” cut and follow the post template below.

Title: Theme: Fandom/Character(s): Warnings (if applicable): Word Count:

Example:

Title: Santa, Baby Theme: Day 8 - Decorating Fandom/Character(s): AEW/Adam Page x OC Warnings: Alcohol, cursing, sexual situations (explicit) Word Count: 7,290

2022 Themes

13 December: Bells

14 December: Santa Hat

15 December: Candles

16 December: Snowman

17 December: Reindeer

18 December: Ice Skating

19 December: Cookies/Gingerbread/Sweets

20 December: Decorating

21 December: Mistletoe

22 December: Travel

23 December: Music/Songs

24 December: Presents

Please feel free to message me with any questions, and happy creating!

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saltsicklover · 5 months

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Title: Joy in Shattered Glass

Prompt: Nativity

Written for @sailor-aviator 's Christmas Writing Challenge! You can find the rest of the list HERE

Pairing: Robert "Bob" Floyd x Fem!Reader

Word Count: 2700+

Rating: R

Warnings: Swearing, Sexual Themes, Talk of Religion, Hurt and Comfort, Fluff, slight Angst. Established Relationship, Wife Reader nicknamed Dottie.

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Bob Floyd has gotten used to coming home to find his wife in many, let's say, precarious situations. From trying to hang up art behind the couch on her own, to balancing on the top of a ladder to paint the wall that lines the stairs. His favorite ones involved her on her knees, an occurrence that no longer catches him by surprise anymore. It's not that he is no longer excited to see her that way, peering up through her eyelashes as the tip of her tongue drags impossibly slow over the fullest part of her bottom lip. It's just that, as their relationship has progressed, the scene became less surprising, but no less unexpected.

The front door swings open a quarter to six, just like it always does on the days he is stuck in the classroom instead of in the air running hops. Frustration has pulled muscles throughout Bob's body tight, his limbs aching as his large ruck falls from his shoulder and onto the floor.

Though he'd never admit it out loud, today is one of the days he wishes that his lover would have been there to meet him. Positioned their on the softness of the rug, pillow already positioned under her knees. He'd even left his flight suit on, know just how much she enjoys slowly tugging the impossibly long zipper down his body. That thought alone has had him half hard and well past needy since he pulled himself into the cab of his truck a half hour ago.

Bob's day inside the classroom has felt endless. It's his go around with the new Top Gun students, most of whom don't respect him as a WSO. They've spent the better part of the last week pushing all of his buttons, ragging on everything from his birth control glasses to his accent. They made sure to remind him of his inability to teach pilots with every other snide comment, and now it's Thursday and Bob has just about had it.

Dottie has had a day of her own, though she'd never complain, not in the slightest. It would be hard to complain when Bob has given her time to live out her dream of being a house wife, even if it's only temporary. Dottie packed up and moved to California at the drop of a hat, really. The moment Bob found out his detachment had been made permanent she had already started packing her bags. Though Bob has been wrapped around her finger for the better part of ten years, Dottie had all but belonged to Bob since their time in high school... well, rival high schools, and would follow that man to the ends of the Earth if it meant that she would get to be there when he got home at the end of the day.

The pair had met at a football game, stuck out in the snow with too little clothing and not enough seating on the HOME bleachers. Bob had arrived late and been banished to the AWAY side of the field, but what had seemed like a tragedy at the time became the start to their relationship. He was a sweatshirt of forest green in a sea of yellow and burgundy, but with Dottie cuddled up to his side, he found himself liking the color scheme.

Today, Dottie and Bob share a small home in the middle of a residential community. They are the odd pair out, no children. The moment the detachment became permanent, Dottie packed her things and made a home with Bob in Miramar, just north of their last base and the little house they couldn't stand. This time, however, has been the first time she has struggled to find employment, which has lead to their six week deal.

For six weeks, Dottie would get to play house wife. Cook, clean, and be a home maker like it was the 1950's again. After all, no one is hiring during the holidays anyway. She had spent the first few weeks just getting their lives in order, her move having taken place a few months ago. There had been boxes stacked around the house and everything had been in desperate need of a deep clean. Bob came home to cooked meals and his wife smiling like he hadn't seen her before. The stress that had been present in her was now gone and it's something Bob could get used to seeing.

Today, Dottie put the house together for the holidays. The Christmas tree stands in the corner of their small living room, decorated to the nines with reds and golds. The whole thing seems to glitter from all angles, the lights strung around it with expert hands. Dottie had baked cookies and started wrapping presents. The holidays season suddenly alive and well in the Floyd household.

She had even taken care of setting up the delicate Nativity set on the sturdy table near the front door. That thing had followed the pair around with every move, had seen more of the country than her, in fact, as Bob has had it since he turned 18. Dottie has never know Bob to be religious, nor is she, but that damn Nativity set is erected each year in a well visible place. It's tradition after all.

When Bob walked in a quarter to six, his heavy bag hitting the floor makes Dottie jump a little. With a furrowed brow, she rounds the corner. Her eyes meet an exasperated looking Bob, his hands already messing through his too neat hair.

"Hi Bobby," Dottie speaks just above a whisper, padding closer to her husband.

"Hello sweetheart," The greeting is all too sweet, though she can tell just how out of it her husband is. So, Dottie continues towards her husband. The moment she is within reach, Bob is pulling her body flush against his own, folding her into his arms. Dottie's fingertips graze over the back of his neck and up into his hair, scratching at his scalp.

"How was your day?" The question is a bit hesitant coming off her lips, but she doesn't stop it.

"I'm so sick of these damn kids," He huffs into her neck. Her laughter comes easy, from the mix of his breath against her neck and the silliness of the phrase.

"Bob, they're not much younger than us,"

"Youngest is 25," He mutters with roll of his eyes, "Fuckin' kids,"

"That bad, huh?"

"Worse," There's a bit of a smile in his tone. His arms snake around her just a little tighter, grounding himself with the feel of her body against his.

"Anything I can do?"

"Not unless you can make them actually respect me," The shrug of his shoulders maker Dottie frown. She can't imagine someone not respecting her husband. She knows he may be unassuming, but Robert Floyd is a force to be reckoned with, even if they can't see it. Even if he can't seem to remember.

"Oh, Bobby, I can think of a few ways," She presses kisses into the plain of his neck, a shudder quickly running through him. His mind is wandering back to the image of his wife on the floor and suddenly he can barely feel the tension in his limbs.

"What're those, sweetheart?" Hands slip down her body, fingers hooking through her beltloops.

"First off," The words are punctuated with further presses of her lips to his hot skin, "I was thinking that I could leave behind a few strategically placed hickeys. Something just visible over your collar, something to keep their attention towards the front of the room,"

Hands begin to wander, Bob's chest rising and falling faster as his wife continues speaking.

"Then, you can fuck me in all your favorite places, and we can finally christen this house correctly," There's a little chuckle with her words, but Bob is too busy taking in every touch of her hands against his clothed body.

"And, if you're feeling really feisty, we can have a repeat of that little incident in Virginia Bea-," The words catch in Dottie's throat as he picks her up without warning. He spins them around before dropping her onto the table near the front door. It isn't until her ass is connecting with the table that she realizes where she's at. The chorus of rolling ceramic and breaking glass make's her freeze. Bob stops quickly after, his eyes searching her worried expression.

"Oh my god," The color threatens to drain from her face, though her chest is burning.

"What is it, sweetheart?" He looks from her to the broken glass scattered around the floor, "What broke?"

"It was your- oh my god," Dottie covers her mouth with her hands, tears quickly welling in her eyes.

"What was it?" Bob's expression is so soft, even with his eyebrows screwed together in confusion.

"It was your Nativity set," Dottie's confession is barely audible, so he prompts her again.

"It was your Nativity set, Bobby, I'm so sorry," It takes Bob a second to realize what she's talking about, and it isn't until she is pushing him back and sliding off of the table that he lays eyes on the set, or what's left of it.

"You decorated?" He asks, his expression going fully soft.

"I did," Dottie wipes at a fallen tear, "I wanted to surprise you but I should've warned you, I guess,"

"Oh, sweetheart, it's alright," Bob takes her hand, running his thumb along her knuckles.

"No it's not Bobby. If I would have warned you this wouldn't have happened. Or maybe if I had been working instead of being at home. If I would have been working then I wouldn't have had the time to set all this up and then you would have been here to help me and then the Nativity set would have been somewhere more safe and it wouldn't have gotten broken. God, Bobby, I am so sorry," Dottie rambles all while Bob listens to her carefully though he has already made up his mind on what to say next.

He pulls her into a hug, shushing her gently while he rubs her back in an attempt to keep her from getting too worked up. It isn't until she calms down a little more that he finally decides to speak.

"Can I let you in on a little secret?" Bob asks, his voice low in her ear. All Dottie manages is a nod, but Bob continues diligently.

"I fucking hate that thing,"

"You what?" Dottie sniffles a bit, her voice muffled by his flight suit.

"I hate that thing!" Bob repeats himself, louder this time. There is a laugh that follows right out of his lips. Dottie pulls back, looking at him with wild eyes.

"Are you telling me that you've been hauling that thing around for over a decade even though you hate it?" Her mouth hangs open when he laughs harder, eyes squeezing together behind his glasses.

"Yeah. I'm glad we can finally get rid of it!"

"So, let me get this straight, you've been hauling it around, and we have been setting that stupid thing up for years and you've wanted to get rid of it this whole time?" Dottie looks like she is trying to solve a cold case behind flushed cheeks and wet eyes. The expression just makes Bob laugh harder.

"My grandmother gave me that," Bob manages to explain between deep breathes and lingering laughter.

"You're making me feel worse," Dottie crosses her arms over her chest, but never lets go of Bob's hand. He just pulls her closer, wrapping her back into his embrace.

"I'm not trying to, sweetheart. I'm trying to explain,"

Dottie looks up at him, through her lashes expectantly. Bob continues with a sigh, doing his best to ignore the light sheen still clinging to her cheeks.

"Remember the Christmas Pops brought my sisters and I to see my grandmother before I went to the academy?" Bob inquires with a gentle voice, maintaining eye contact with Dottie as he does. "Well, she gave me that Nativity set. She said that every proper home needed one, and since I was going to be in my own home I needed to have one,"

"That's kind of sweet," Dottie mutters.

"It gets worse," Bob promises, a wry smile on his lips.

"She knew that I wasn't raised religious, and didn't agree with her view of religion being a necessity. She also knew that you weren't religious, and that made her dislike you. When she gave that thing to me she said some backhanded comment about how you weren't wife material because of you lack of religious background,"

"That bitch,"

"My thoughts exactly," Bob chuckles, "She was a racist old bitty too,"

That gets them both laughing. Dottie's head comes to rest on Bob's shoulder, her face flushing as she grins.

"Then why did you keep it?" She asks finally, after they calm down.

"I dunno. I guess I felt bad for even wanting to get rid of it that I just couldn't without feeling sort of guilty about it. However, every time I moved I hoped it would break or that the box would get lost so I wouldn't have to deal with it anymore," The confession is spoken with a laugh and the feeling of being a hundred times lighter takes over his once aching limbs.

"Geez, Bobby," Dottie starts with a heavy sigh, though the tension seems to release from her shoulders as she exhales. "I'm glad that you aren't too hurt over the whole thing. Guess I'm just sad it ruined the mood,"

There is a shrug of her shoulders before Bob is placing a widespread hand on her stomach, pulling her frame back into his firm body.

"Oh Dot, sweetheart," Bob nuzzles his nose into her hair, "We are still just getting started."

He spins her body in his hold before picking her up. Legs wind themselves around his midsection, hands cradling his neck before venturing north into his too neat hair. They kiss with a needy heat, one that is just beginning to burn as Dot pulls back.

"Wait," Her breath fans over his skin, his fingertips digging into the fullest parts of her thighs, "The glass, we can't just leave it,"

The bridge of his nose runs along the slope of her jaw, her lower lip making a home between imperfect teeth.

"I'll tend to it later," It's a whispered promise, "But you're the only dangerous thing I want to deal with right now,"

"Me? Dangerous?" The words slip past her lips as Bob deposits her down onto the kitchen counter, allowing himself to settle between her legs.

"Absolutely. I mean, if we weren't destined for hell before, breaking that little scene while getting up to some nefarious business has to of dammed our souls for sure," There is an air of humor in his voice, even as Bob tries his best to keep a straight face as he places kisses down the side of Dottie's neck.

"Robert Floyd!" There is a little squeal that accompanies his name, just as he digs his fingers into the squishy flesh at her sides, tickling her.

"Yes, Mrs. Floyd?" He asks over the choir of her laughter, his own breaking past his smile, "Do you disagree? Even though you were the one to proposition me?"

"You kissed me first!" It's a weak argument, but it's the best one she's got. His tickling hands come to rest on her waist, heavy and warm.

"After that little proposition you made. What was it? Christen the house by letting me fuck you in all of my favorite places?" One of his hands comes up to cradle the side of her face, a devious smirk on his own. Dottie makes to attempt to shy away from her husband's heavy gaze. Instead her eyes trail down the slope of his nose and over the ridges of his cupids bow. She plucks his glasses from his nose to get an unimpeded look at his sea glass irises.

"About that..." His glasses clink against the cool stone of the countertop, his eyebrows raising with curiosity.

"Where to first, Mr. Floyd?" The devious smirk never leaves Bob's face as he pulls her in closer, closer, closer.

"Oh, sweetheart, we're already here,"

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